About a day after Hannah had gotten free of the clutches of Sabrina, her misdirected anger and the weird situation of being a dog she started to feel sick. She went to the doctor and had a blood test to find out what was wrong. Before the blood test she had to see the nurse. The nurse weighed her and her normal weight of 120 pounds had gone up to 132 pounds. She noted her weight because her body needed to look attractive so that she could be a model. Her surgically augmented chest, from a 34C to 34E, had set her starting weight higher from 110 lbs to 120 lbs.
As Hannah pondered this she took advantage of a mirror in the side room where the nurse had weighed her and she was waiting for the doctor. She normally wore a tight shirt and jeans. Today she wore an oversized sweater that distorted the size of her breasts, no make up, her long blond hair in a simple pony tail and a pencil skirt that showed her legs. But jeans wouldn't have been much better, both hugged her figure and her figure was a mixture of good genes, hard work and surgery. However she had a feeling that a skirt was going to provide easier access to her doctor. She could see though that her thighs were stronger and looked thicker than normal.
But that wouldn't explain the normal weight gain, she pulled her sweater tight. Then her heart dropped, she saw the swell of her belly. She wondered while she couldn't see it before and came away with the conclusion that it had to be her breasts. They had seemed to have grown as well. That would explain how her belly had grown without her noticing it. Hannah felt a fluttering sensation in her belly and she had to sit down. Something had happened during that night when Sabrina had turned her into a dog...something weird yet it felt too good. Now she had the feeling that the bill was due.
Hannah took her sweater off and unbuttoned her blouse down to her mid-drift. Her breasts were HUGE, she gasped at their size. She looked at her bra, it looked like it was going to snap under the pressure. Her nipple stuck out, looking darker than usual. Despite now going into F cups they were still perky and pointy, very pointy. She felt like she had two melons strapped to her chest by the bra. Her nipples hardened with the exposure to the cool air. She tore off the blouse altogether and stood there with her barely clad boobs looking back at her in the mirror.
Hannah touched her engorged tits with her strong hands. Her nipples sent an electric shock to her brain and down to her vagina. She shuddered, she didn't masturbate as it wasn't Catholic but then she realize something that Sab had said: "I am sick and tired of you getting more money on shoots than I do! I have had to work as a stripper and even once as a fucking hooker to make what you do! I have to do nude shoot, you! You wear a fucking bra underneath your wet t-shirt! I have to show my nipples you white bred bitch! Your fake tits and dyed hair, you are nothing but a living fucking bimbo!"
Hannah realized that she was fake, but this was real. She toyed with her boobs watching them bounce and jiggly. Suddenly the idea of being a pregnant bitch was a beautiful, sexual and female thing to be. She reached past the hem of her skirt and touched her pussy. The sudden orgasm hit her like a sudden earthquake, her body shook and she nearly lost her footing. Her bra clasp, at the front, came loose and her engorged tits jiggled.
While playing with her nipples, she was surprised when two streams of milk suddenly shot from them, smacking against her mirror.
"Whoa. I really didn't expect that.", she said, and went about cleaning up the mirror and herself with a towel. No matter how well she dried herself, though, her long dark nipples continued to slowly drip and ooze.
Experimentally, she took one in both of her small hands, and lifted it up. With it's new size, the nipple was now in a position where she could reach it with her mouth. With a little trepidation, she wrapped her lips around her teat and began sucking, and was pleasantly surprised by her own milk's odd yet sweet taste, as well as the erotic stimulation that she was giving herself.
After a while, she drank her fill, burped, and giggled again.
"This is all amazing!", she said with wonder, while rubbing her large belly.
But she wanted more, now totally naked a fire had been lit in her lions. Or more an itch that had to be scratched. Hannah pulled down and kicked off her panties. She then rubbed her shaved pussy against the mirror, her belly got in the way. She sucked it in, thrust out her chest so that her nipples touched the glass. She heard footfalls coming down the hall.
“Haah... Uugh.. Aaah...WooF!" she half moaned/barked as she climaxed.
Suddenly she had came back to herself. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breathing was rapid and shallow as she climbed down from her climax. She had left saliva, milk, pussy juices and who knows what on the mirror. She cleaned it up. Pulling on her sweater and skirt she kicked her bra and panties under the bed.